Butterfly

A girl swung her hair to her right shoulder. A butterfly landed on it. You saw her, you did. It is so. She faded, leaving sunshine in her form. But you wondered about the butterfly. It fluttered away from the glowing silhouette, so you floated, following it. The butterfly shimmered blue, purple,, red, orange, yellow, silver, black. You gave up. So much for chasing beauty. You stumbled backwards. It was too difficult to continue chasing the butterfly. The world collapsed into you, blackness.